The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Schiller found the Joker.

This was not a difficult task. The Joker did not seem to want to hide himself at all. He painted a huge smiley face outside his base, and also made a lot of clown lights imitating the bat lights. The sky was full of clown smiley face patterns.

Schiller was caught as soon as he arrived at the door. He did not resist. Anyway, the lock of the handcuffs was similar to the one on the prison door. It could be opened with anything. It was purely for decoration.

He was brought to the Joker.

This place looked like a circus. There was a huge tent in the center of the base. As soon as Schiller walked in, he saw the members of the Joker Gang showing off their power.

The Joker sat on a high throne in the front of the tent, and Batman was hanging in the center of the tent. The Joker was laughing crazily at this time.

As soon as Schiller came in, his laughter became smaller. He looked at Schiller with some doubts and said, "You are not that..."

"I am the psychiatrist." Schiller said first.

The corners of the Joker's mouth suddenly turned down, and he said: "Psychologist, I don't like this profession."

"I'm not here to make you like it."

The Joker was choked, but Schiller seemed very impatient. He said: "I don't play any word games with you, and I'm not interested in your past. I just hope you can help me find a job. We can both benefit each other and win-win cooperation."

"What do you want to do?" The Joker asked fiercely.

"Don't you want to catch all those criminals in Arkham Asylum? Can you let me be the attending doctor? I can help you change them all, so that they will never disturb you and Batman."

The Joker was slightly stunned. He looked around and found that he didn't seem to have considered what to do after catching the lunatics. Those lunatics are not good people. They will not stay there obediently after being caught.

Just as the Joker was about to answer, he heard a voice from above his head, "Hey!"

"Hey what?" Schiller didn't even look at Batman, but Batman was struggling and saying, "You evil psychiatrist, you must be the kind of criminal who uses hypnosis to drive people crazy, right? You really picked a good time to trouble me. When I get rid of the Joker, I will..."

"Don't be so self-indulgent. I'm not a criminal." Schiller said, "I graduated from the Department of Clinical Psychology at Columbia University, and I have also studied at Harvard University and Princeton. I have also worked in all the top ten hospitals in the United States. , my study and career record are spotless, and I am a law-abiding citizen. "

"Impossible." Batman struggled frantically, he said: "If that's the case, why did you help the Joker? !"

"I'm not helping him, I'm just looking for a job for myself, my asking price is very high, he doesn't look like a rich man, and he may not be able to afford it."

Schiller shook his head and said: "But I think you should be rich, if he doesn't hire me, then you can hire me, as long as you can afford the price, I can also hypnotize others and make them crazy."

"No! !" The Joker and Batman said in unison.

"How much do you want?" The Joker asked viciously, "I will pay you no matter how much you want. Now get out of here to Arkham Asylum and don't disturb my private time with Batman!"

"That's what I meant." Schiller made a gesture, but because the curved hand looked a bit like zero, he quickly retracted his hand and said, "I want ten boxes of gold bars."

The Joker ordered his men to move the boxes over with curses. Schiller looked down and saw that they were plastic gold bars.

The gold bars were not very real, more like small golden building blocks. On the contrary, there was a box of gold coins that were made very delicately. Schiller pushed the gold bars away with some disdain and picked up the box of gold coins.

He didn't have any reluctance at all. He turned around and walked out the door, saying as he walked, "I'll go to work right away and won't bother you anymore."

Both the Joker and Batman were a little stunned, not understanding why this weirdo suddenly broke in.

The Joker was not in a hurry, because Batman was in his hands now, and he had the strength and means to make Batman admit that he hated him the most.

But Batman was very anxious. Now he was trapped here and urgently needed someone to pass the message, so he shouted: "Come back! Doctor, come back!! I am also rich!! I can hire you!!!"

Schiller disappeared from the sight of the two without looking back.

He was not interested in getting involved in the affairs of the Joker and Batman. He came to Arkham Asylum as quickly as possible. At this time, the famous villains in Gotham had basically arrived, otherwise the Joker would not have time to be affectionate with Batman there.

When they saw Schiller coming in, they thought he was a new criminal, but he looked a little unfamiliar, so they ignored him because he was not a big shot. As a result, after a while, Schiller wore a doctor's uniform. Is the doctor crazy?

Schiller stood in the middle of the activity room, cleared his throat and said, "I am the new attending physician. From now on, you will come to my office for consultation in alphabetical order of legal names."

Schiller interrupted someone as soon as they started to speak, saying, "If you don't want to come, don't come, but my consultation fee is ten boxes of gold bars, you..."

Before he finished speaking, everyone quickly lined up in a long line in the nearest office.

Schiller snorted coldly and walked into the office shaking his head.

There was no other reason for him to come here. He was mainly curious about how the villains in this building block world became villains.

Because it is obvious that building block people will not be poisoned, so villains like Bane don't know how they become like this. Criminals like Scarecrow can't be called criminals at all, because the poison gas is useless, he didn't commit any crimes, and I don't know why he appeared here.

After a detailed inquiry, Schiller was also laughing and crying. Just like most of the stories in this building block world, the stories of villains are not tragic at all, and there are some funny things mixed in.

The Penguin's lame leg was not caused by a beating. He experienced an accident at the time. Everyone's parts were scattered, and they were installed incorrectly when they were installed. His leg was shortened, so he became a cripple.

It's true that he was not wronged to run a gangster industry, but because building block people can't take drugs, he mainly resells arms, but because arms can't kill people, he is actually not a criminal.

Bane's story is a little bit more tragic, similar to the main universe. He grew up in prison, but his strength has nothing to do with poison gas. He is a malformed piece in the building blocks, which is not done well when it leaves the factory, resulting in a different appearance from ordinary people.

He is indeed very good at breaking other people's spines, but the torso of the building block man is a whole, so he has not succeeded so far.

Two-Face is even more wronged. He accidentally came into contact with corrosive liquid, which caused disfigurement, but he actually still worked in the court after the disfigurement and did not commit any crime.

Let's not talk about the Riddler. This guy is actually a born mental patient. He scribbles everywhere. On the contrary, he is the most guilty among all people, because he not only seriously affects the appearance of the city, but also refuses to change despite repeated warnings.

After almost asking everyone, Schiller found that if these villains in this building block world were taken to Gotham outside, they would be five-good youths, and they would all be rated as one of the top ten people who moved Gotham.

As for the past of the Joker, which Schiller was most interested in, no one was able to tell the details. Some people really didn't know, and some were too secretive to tell. Schiller asked and asked, but he couldn't get the answer.

But he could infer it a little bit. From the marks on Two-Face's face, it can be seen that if he fell into a real corrosive pool, he would have uneven corrosion marks like this half of Two-Face's face.

But there was no trace of corrosion on the Joker's face. Although he was wearing clown makeup, there was no trace of falling into the chemical pool. At most, his face was painted a little white, making himself look like a cabbage.

In other words, the origin of the Red Hood Gang can be basically ruled out. From his base, it seems that it may be closer to the origin of the circus.

If this is the case, the Joker's motive for being obsessed with Batman has a certain explanation. There is only one kind of person in the world who wants people to hate him the most, and that is the actor who conscientiously plays the villain.

Because only when the audience hates him sincerely, it means that he has acted well and that he has been seen. If he came from the circus, the Joker might think so.

It wasn't long before the Joker showed up in Arkham Asylum. At this time, Schiller had become friends with the patients. Don't get me wrong, they played cards together. They played Texas Hold'em in the activity center.

Seeing the Joker coming, Schiller hurriedly stopped him and said, "How is Batman?"

Hearing Schiller asking about Batman, the Joker was obviously alert, but he still snorted twice and said, "Do I need to ask? He must have run away."

The smile on his mouth couldn't be hidden from Schiller. Schiller also laughed and said, "It seems that you have a plan in mind. Even so, do you want to see what he is doing now?"

The Joker's eyes lit up, and he stared at Schiller and said, "Can you see his current situation?"

"Of course, wait for me to make a call."

Schiller called Tim, and Tim followed his instructions without any defense, pointed the camera at the circus where the Joker was, and then sent the real-time picture to Schiller's communicator.

Just as the Joker leaned forward, Schiller suddenly covered the screen, looked at the Joker and said, "How much are you willing to pay for this unique commemorative image, Mr. Joker?"

The Joker rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "I can give you another ten boxes of gold bars..."

"No, no, no, that's too vulgar. I like more elegant things. For example, do you have any special collections? Big and exquisite ones?"

Schiller knew that the money in this universe could not be spent, but if he could get some limited edition building blocks, it would be worth a lot of money.

"Yes, yes, yes." The Joker nodded desperately.

The members of the Joker Gang sent various large ornaments to Arkham Asylum one by one, while the Joker happily ate popcorn while holding the communicator and watching non-stop.

And the local Batman on the screen had already run out of the circus.

From the sky, it can be seen that the circus is not actually an independent venue. It is part of the amusement park. There is also a small zoo next to it. Now Batman, who has escaped from prison or was let go by the Joker, is running into the amusement park.

He saw two familiar figures from a distance. Batman approached them cautiously, but the dark figure in the long cape suddenly turned his head and looked at them with deep eyes.

"My God, why is he so dark!" Batman couldn't help but sigh.

Master Bat:?